Paralysis from Temper by Jaguardini

There are things left in the dark, buried shadows left to die

If they should overcome, try to find the light within

In the solitude of dreams, facing wayward spirits screams

There they rise or there they fall

There were candles
Dancing shadows
In the middle
Of the night

It went dark
Curtains closed
Lucid dreams
Materialized

I was walking
Down endless hallways
Grecian columns
And tiled floors

Then I heard her
Her lullaby
Collecting wandering
Fools like me

A siren’s song
She sang her name
And I ran
To find escape

On my heels
I felt her breath
It smelled like sulfur
Inviting death

I reached an exit
To this nightmare
As she reached me
I shut her out


As I awoke
She was there above me
I could not move
I could not breath

There are things left in the dark, buried shadows left to die

If they should overcome, try to find the light within

In the solitude of dreams, facing wayward spirits screams

There they rise or there they fall

A fog surrounds
her silhouette
Shadows hiding
A fatal debt

Behind the malice
In her eyes
Burning landscapes
Ash and fire

With demon’s hands
Around my throat
I screamed her name,
And took her power

With demon’s hands
Around my throat
I screamed her name,
And took her power

The weight was lifted
I was freed
I turned my head
And looked beside me

There she was
A withered croon
Deep set wrinkles
Shown by the moon


Her eyes sunk in
And filled with blood
Her mouth fell open
She turned to dust
She turned to dust
She turned to dust
She turned to dust

There are things left in the dark, buried shadows left to die

If they should overcome, try to find the light within

In the solitude of dreams, facing wayward spirits screams

There they rise or there they fall

• Dark Wave
• Electronic
• new wave
• post-punk
• synthpop
• videogame
• Harrisonburg